FUCK
highlight of the day: working with only 4 other people and a line that remained out the door for 3 hours straight. Then making 7 cappuchinos for rich fucking teenage bitches with their gucci sunglasses knowing they aren't going to tip because A. they're teenagers and B. they're rich. As I'm ringing them up the one with a face that looked like a foot goes "you know, you could do it with a smile". No bitch, the only thing I could do with a smile right now is bring that fudge knife into your jugular.